I love otters. And yes, I realize their furry baby sweet-eyed adorableness is likely a deceptive genetic manuever, as it is in kitties, covering up a violent streak of vicious selfishness (anthropomorphism alert!). I understand that in videos when otters appear to be holding hands and drifting in a pool of contentment, their behavior likely isn’t motivated by a desire to feel emotionally close and bonded to anotter otter, but some survival mechanism. This is in contrast to humans, who never do that kinda shit.
“Otters are the kittens of the sea.” ~ Devenderly
OK, so I don’t care if they’re mean little beasts. I love otters. I love the word otter, which I often use in place of “other” because CUTENESS. The main problem with the word otter, despite its adaptability, is its low Scrabble point value. Kitty is pretty decent, depending on location, and even kitten can do some damage. Of course kittens is great because bingo, if you pluralize an existing word, or wev. But otter? Not so much.
Yesterday, just for kicks, I tried the word ottering, which was promptly rejected by the Scrabble PTB. They took yolky on one of my previous turns that day, which I’m still chuckling over. YOLKY! It’s apparently a legit adjective though. However, while ottering isn’t listed in the standard dicos, it is in the Urban Dictionary:
Initially appears to be an activity without purpose; after closer examination, it is a mundane task or job done with playful enjoyment.
Jimmy’s wadding up his dirty clothes, ‘shooting hoops’ into the laundry basket.
Jimmy’s mom: “Will you stop ottering and bring me that hamper! I need to get the laundry done!”
This poast is a perfect example of ottering. It seems pretty pointless, but it is in fact a very clever way of spending time before work doing something I enjoy (writing) without having to actually work on any of my “real writing,” since I’m bored to tears with romance and erotica, and my murder mystery is a scrambled mess. Plus, my sales have flatlined, thus destroying any possible motivational impulses. I can always channel those into a pome about an avocado anyway. The great thing about pomes is they’re way shorter than stories and you can feel a sense of accomplishment by actually finishing them in a reasonable length of time.
Christ, I just remembered I have two scrambled mess murder mysteries started in various folders. Gah.